Filed under: Happiness is...
- Tulips
- Being able to put my growing-out-hair into a ponytail
- Turkey Burgers
- Finding a piece of paper with a funny poem written on it in my purse
- White lace curtains
- Standing on a scale and seeing a number that hasn’t been seen since early high school
- Viewing the townhouse of my daydreams on a local real estate website (I’m actually toying with the idea of going to look at it, which doesn’t make me particularly happy, just a little whoopsy in my stomach…home ownership is quite a challenge for someone who doesn’t like comittment of any kind.)
- Gerbera Daisies
- Scrabble Trash Talk
This pretty much sums up the weekend. It was cold. And rainy.
Yes, I DID beat the VIM at Scrabble, but I suffered a stinging bitter Trivial Pursuit defeat beforehand. I had the game in the bag, man, In The Bag, and somehow he came back from 4 pie pieces down to win.
I had every intention of taking lots of pictures…pictures of the cabin, pictures of the board games, pictures during our hikes…but as it turned out, we hiked in the rain, so I didn’t take my camera, and I was so tired and beat AFTER the hikes that I couldn’t bring myself to even bother getting the camera out of the bag.
It was a perfect balance of doing a lot, then doing nothing, then being exceedingly dirty and muddy, then being clean after a wonderful hot shower, to being really REALLY cold and wet after a walk in the rain, to being nice and toasty warm after throwing another log in the woodburner.
The VIM and I are going camping this weekend. The forecast is calling for rain. Lots and lots of rain and thunderstorms. We’re staying in a cabin, so I’m actually looking forward to it. I’m looking forward to hanging out in flannel pjs, and padding across the old wooden floor in my fuzzy white slippers. I’m looking forward to curling up with the VIM for an afternoon nap. I’m looking forward to sitting down in front of a nice warm fire and beating his sorry, overconfident, taunting, Scrabble-playing ass.
Filed under: Happiness is...
My grandmother and I talk on the phone every afternoon. At some point during Every Single Call, she will ask me what I ate for lunch. If I just say “a sandwich”, she’ll ask what kind, what kind of condiments I used, and whether the bread was nice and fresh.
Although it makes me feel like I’m a 12 year old, this routine makes me very very happy.
Filed under: Daily
Does anyone out there have a Senseo? Can anyone tell me if there is even a remote possiblity of finding coffee pods that do NOT taste like someone drank battery acid then peed in my coffee cup?
Filed under: General
For various and sundry reasons, I’ve removed the last 2 posts. They still live on in “Draft” form here on the WordPress Dashboard, but for all intents and purposes, they’re gone. Hopefully the issues are gone as well. Emotion is good. Even BAD emotion is good. But leaving things bottled up for 6 months is WAY not good.
Lesson Learned.
Three years ago I was part of a group-blog where there was a weekly topic and all the participants would write about it. I loved that blog. It didn’t last long due to the fact that I was in charge if it and I was lazy as hell. If anyone else knows of a blog like that, or wants to start one one, let me know. I’d love to be a participant.
ANYHOW – Three years ago this was the topic:
If the things that you see as holding you back were suddenly removed, where would you be next week at this time?
And here was my post:
I feel like, right now in a particular part of my life, I’m between third base and home. The ball is in play and I can’t go back. It’s time to slide. Everyone knows that when you slide, you have to put your entire faith behind it. You can’t think about the possibility of brush burns, you can’t think about how silly you might look, you can’t even think about whether or not you’re going to beat the throw. You just have to engage your full faith and full force and get your ass across the plate. If all of my obstacles suddenly disappeared – the fear of looking silly, of getting hurt, of failing – next week at this time, I’d be rising from the ground, brushing the dust from my clothing, and looking toward the umpire for a call. Am I safe or not? It really doesn’t matter. At least this time I wasn’t defeated by fear.
The inspiration for that post was the VIM. That post was written at a time when I knew that I was attracted to him, and was in the throes of “I really like him, but I really SHOULDN’T like him because it will Mess Everything Up.” It was written at a time when I was beginning to think that maybe he was interested in me, too, but was positive that he would never cross any line of propriety because it would Mess Everything Up.
Three days after I wrote that post, the VIM and I had our first “sort of” date. Three weeks after I wrote that post, we kissed for the first time. Three years after that post I can without a doubt say that I did put my full faith and my full force into it and got my ass across the plate. And there is absolutely no doubt that I am safe at home.
